Temporary is my death;
as be this temporary life.
Significant is my death;
endured by skin of strife.
For have not I been dying;
since the day I was born.
Only recognized by skin aging;
of later to scorn.
I shall be love in my death;
of death I do live.
I was love before this death;
I am love be relative.
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